Covid does not exist in this story world.
In this story, all history 2016 and after is different. Read NO political objective in this story.
Thursday, October 22, 2020
I arrived home after work around twenty after four that afternoon with the shuttle van arriving to take us to Westward Ho and Jennifer waiting for me standing just outside our front door with a smile. One great thing about living in a naturist country is packing goes a lot faster and easier when you don't have to pack clothing. Jennifer greeted me with a kiss then a hug a bit more cuddly than usual and said, "This is going to be so much fun!"
Her smile was a simple one of being happy with our current place in life.
After meeting the shuttle van from the West Condos and almost two hours on the highway West, it dropped us off at the Westward Ho waterfront in front of a New England Saltbox style building with a sailing themed restaurant named 'Krill Em All Grill'. I know, stupid pun name number one billion. The menu was about half seafood, but again, they were smart enough to have non-seafood choices and their grilled chicken sandwich was good.
Jay gave a brief rundown, starting with the usual greeting, "Good evening couples! Tonight we will be staying at a Courtyard by Mariott, yes, most of the chains have locations here. I just warn you to not stay up too long tonight as we have a long day starting bright and early tomorrow morning! Let's see a bit of video about the Petrel."
Movie Max had arranged for a video monitor to show us the video and it was a beautiful ship and a well done promotional video including a history of the ship which originally ran as a general cargo ship between Northern New Jersey which was the end of the line for most freight railroads running into New York City, and The Cornwall Islands. We had already seen Westward Ho so Jennifer and I headed to bed early as suggested and we were both looking forward to the adventure.
Friday, October 23, 2020
They woke us up at a quarter past six and by seven we were taken to the boardwalk area along the harbor to a Saltbox style building that looked like something from Maine. 'The Codfather' had a wonderful atmosphere and view but did not make my favorites list though it was passable. Jay gave us the usual greeting, "Good morning couples! Today we start a truly grand adventure sailing on an authentic sailing ship!"
Everyone, yes even Nick, was all smiles and cheering.
He pointed at the ship sitting perhaps a thousand feet away in the harbor, "That is The Petrel, a three masted schooner some two hundred fifty feet long. Each couple has a cabin though please note the cabins are small, even compared to the small cabins on a typical cruise ship. That is the nature of the ship which was not purpose built for cruises. A few things. The safety drill is not optional and do pay attention. It is not an overlong drill, but is very important. "
"We will be sailing to Bermuda, spending a day then sailing back. This will test how much you have acclimated as Bermuda is not turning naturist on our behalf, but Movie Max has thrown enough money around that you will not be arrested."
He let it sink in and there were a few nervous looks, but we have all been bare assed for over eight months and modesty is kind of a thing of the past for us.
I think.
Jay chuckled a bit, "Yeah, this is a bit of a publicity thing for Movie Max with more hinting at things than anything concrete. If you are asked anything specific, simply say, "I am not at liberty to speak about this and you will have to talk to Movie Max."
"Movie Max has some fun plans for the group including some nice tours and some excellent dining. You will also be given gift vouchers to spend in Hamilton. We will also have several excellent photographers with high end still cameras working for us and you will be provided access so you may print or not according to your own wishes."
Once breakfast was completed, we walked the thousand or so feet to The Petrel and boarded, walking up a gangway onto the main deck where we were greeted by the crew and handed small flutes of champagne plus Jay and a small video and photography crew. The Petrel was over a hundred thirty years old and did have an engine and that is exactly how the ship got us out of the port. I know it's a bit disappointing, but there is quite a bit of sense there in tight quarters where the wind might not be blowing in the correct direction.
Once a few miles offshore, the engine was shut off and the crew unfurled the sails using a surprisingly large amount of manual winches, harnesses, and old fashioned rigging to get the job done. One under sail, we had the safety drill and yes, they were very serious about it. These were modern, fully enclosed cruise ship style lifeboats, not rowboats like in movies. They also showed us four lockers with self inflating life rafts if the lifeboats failed. It was all serious business and we each had a verbal test of what to do and what to do if the first option failed.
Slowly, The Cornwall Islands disappeared behind us as we headed West toward Bermuda as the day passed and we made our way West and the sunset that night was one of the nicest I had seen in a while.
Saturday, October 24, 2020
We woke up right before eight in the morning to the gentle rocking of The Petrel, my stirring causing Jennifer to cuddle close as she reached down for my morning wood, "How about we brush teeth so I can kiss you for real then you show me some lovin?"